Salvage efforts

Her ears perked from the howl for healers and she lifted her head away from the work she had been doing. She had been quite busy between keeping up with her usual training, assisting Zee when she could, and doing any tasks she could to help Sirius as they dealt with the damage the flooding rains had caused. She was still figuring out the structure of things in the pack and where she fit in to it all. Normally she would think that a slave wasn't supposed to answer a pack call like this one, but the lines seemed blurry at best here and she got the sense that with everything that had been going on it was a case of all capable paws were needed. She was certainly more comfortable with being a healer than anything else so she went to give her help or at least as much of it as was desired.

When she found the pale, black-marked man with interesting horns and a larger gray-hued woman, she offered them both a polite dip of her head, arriving just in time to hear Sedna introducing herself. "I'm Iris," she added in before she sat down quietly, her orchid gaze scanning the landscape with a flick of her ears. It seemed that the garden didn't escape its own damages either. Since the man had called them here she waited to see what help he needed, though she suspected that saving as many of the herbs as they could would be the task at hand today.

"Iris"